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So, I knew that being a fine young man of the South, I had no recourse but to ask if I could give her a ride. Which she accepted. Right off she said, “I feel like, because of your kindness, I must tell you I am a witch.”

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Killing Time - Episode Two - Music Overlay

Killing Time - Episode 2 - 1st Half: Zeke 'Boomer' Cannon stepped through the Sunrise Sunset Tavern's front door just before the sun finished dropping down below the nearby hilltop. Booted foot up on the much abused brass rail that ran the length of the bottom of the bar's much abused heavy wood plank front panel, he called out for a beer. A woman's voice came from the storage room at end end of the bar. “Give me a minute,” she called back. “Now where would he have hidden the bar napkins?” she asked no one in particular. “Bar napkins?” Zeke questioned in response. “Yes,” the woman said as she stepped back out of the storage room, holding up a packet of napkins.

"Killing Time" Episode One Complete The 'Sunrise Sunset Tavern' wasn't on the Hamlet's main thoroughfare. Nor on one of the Hamlet's two side streets. Oh, the road out front was paved. It just hadn't been paved in the recent past.

KILLING TIME Edited Chapter Seven In the summer Janet's basement, was damp moldy cold. But in the winter, it was damn near arctic, Zeke observed as he crawled out from his sleeping bag. He looked up at the underside of Janet's first floor as her heels rapped across her kitchen floor. He began his usual winter schedule of jumping jacks, his attempt to get his body heat up to operating temperature. Reaching deep down into the sleeping bag he pulled out his two pairs of wool socks, sat down on the surplus army cot and jammed them on his still cold feet. Once fully dressed, complete with his 'Wonder Hoodie', he waited at the bottom of the coal chute, one booted foot on the ladder's lowest rung, and waited for the sound of Janet's car to leave.

KILLING TIME Chapter Seven "In the summer Janet's basement, was damp moldy cold. But in the winter, it was damn near arctic, Zeke observed as he crawled out from his sleeping bag. He looked up at the underside of Janet's first floor as her heels rapped across her kitchen floor."

Chapter Four “This is O'Sullivan,” Jack said into the desk phone. “Fight, fight, fight, fight, Mountaineers!” roared out of the phone. Jack laughed and then yelled back the last line of the song. “West Virginia, West Virginia, rah!” “How the Hell are you?” Boomer yelled back. “Good God, I've got goose bumps!” Jack yelled. “How the Hell are You?” “Well we all came into this with nothin' and I'm working hard to go out the same way!” Boomer shouted. “I heard you were throwing in the towel? I said it can't be true.”

Edited KILLING TIME Chapter Three A Janet without cigarettes was always a bad Janet. That was why Zeke never went into her Government building. She couldn't smoke into. OK, he also didn't need the hassle of getting past the Security screening. What with his never leave home without it Level IIIA Bulletproof 'Wonder Hoodie', boot knife and conceal carry one of the three semi-auto handguns that somehow hadn't made it onto his bankruptcy asset list, he preferred to stay outside. He met her at the outdoor 'smokers' spot, of course. 'Cause Janet with cigarette is, well, not bad Janet. Not good Janet, for sure, if such actually exists, but not bad Janet. Zeke rode up on his bicycle, yup, no car payment, then engaged her in light conversation. Light conversation always drove her crazy.

KILLING TIME Chapter Five Zeke had almost finished organizing the almost ceiling high piles of file cartons containing Janet's latest 'oh crap' security clearance case, when Betty knocked on the front door. “Right on time,” Zeke said to her as he unlocked and opened the door. “Let's go into the backroom. That's my training room.” She followed him between the piles of file cartons. “What's all this?” she asked about the piles. Zeke laughed. “Janet. She works hard to make sure I'm generating enough cash to cover my rent.”

KILLING TIME Chapter Six The L.A.P.D. Lab Tech almost tiptoed into Cap Jack's office. Without saying a word, the Lab Tech slipped a crumpled up envelope onto a corner of Jack's desk. Jack looked up from the open file he was perusing. He blinked. Then he reached out and plucked up the crumpled envelope. Smoothing the envelope out, he saw writing in a familiar hand. He squinted and read a name. 'Elizabeth Hornsbeck' He reached down and pulled out a lower deck drawer. He looked closely at the number of cell phones in the back of the drawer. He finally found the one he wanted and pulled it out.

Title: KILLING TIME Chapter One The 'Sunrise Sunset Tavern' wasn't on the Hamlet's main thoroughfare. Nor on one of the Hamlet's two side streets. Oh, the road out front was paved. It just hadn't been paved in the recent past. Locally known as the 'SST', the Tavern itself had only half it's interior lamped. That is, when the previous owners had doubled the size of the Taproom, money had run short so the new half didn't get wiring for lighting. The new owner didn't have to announce 'last call' as the patrons understood that when it got too dark to see their beer glass, well, it was time to go home. For some of the SST's regulars, especially in the Winter then the Sun didn't hang around that particular West By God Virginia hollow, last call came way too early. The solution? Miners' helmets. The local mines had closed more than a generation ago, but miners never tossed away a working helmet. Once darkness fell on the Hamlet, the SST Taproom clientele segregated into those sitting in the dark with illuminating head gear and those who chose to stay in the light half of the room. Zeke 'Boomer' Cannon didn't own a miner's helmet. His father had as had his father's father. God and the Government's plan for Zeke had not included hard rock mining as a vocation.

KILLING TIME Chapter Two "Zeke could usually stay busy, running a Security Clearance Advocate operation. It was a one man shop. He didn't and wouldn't, hang out a shingle. He didn't advertise. And you won't see Zeke's picture on a bus stop bench."

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